This chapter is angsty. So expect some descriptive angst shrt coming your way. anyway, Hibari will syart being Hibari at this point and...I only updated now because I was swamped with homework. but overall, I LOVE PHYSICS. HURRHURR. Anyway...IT'S NEARLY DADDY'S DAY YO! So...I'll be working on a Mukuro fanfic for my dad ;D He watched KHR with me. Seriously. And he loved Mukuro so...it'll be about the Estraneo Famiglia...that's all there is ;D
Disclaimer: I don't own Kateikyoushi. Amano-Sensei does. All I own are some concepts, Suzuki, Sakura, and Raizen.
Word Count: 504
Drabble 8: Mother will take the Hardest Blow
Hibari Kyouya had just barely turned seven when it happened.
Raizen was being sent to Italy for a kidney transplant requested by a filthy rich man (Cavallone?). Sakura wanted to tag along to explore the world beyond her home (With Suzuki's approval). It had been a week; they only called in one to greet Hibari a happy birthday and sum up their whole trip over a loud speaker telephone. Two days later, it was all over the news.
Renowned Japanese Surgeon, Hibari Raizen, dead in a car accident with his 12 year-old daughter.
The Hibari's had instantly understood what had happened when he saw it all over the news. Kyouya made it out of his sadness and depression alive. His mother, did not. He could've guessed she had taken the largest blow, comprehending it in all the possible logic his seven year old mind can hack up. While his mother sulked all around the house all day, it was up to Kyouya had to do the laundry. It was up to him to clean the messes up, up to him to keep his room neat. He wanted to protest sometimes for her neglect, but chose against it. He had understood her state. He took it upon himself to take on all the chores, only pestering his mother to cook their meals. The meals weren't as delicious as they used to be, but Kyouya wouldn't say anything against it. Food should not be wasted; his father did not like wasted food. Besides, the food was just one thing to his mother. The way she sat by his father's desk and simply stared out the window was another thing. She's shower eat, change, sleep, but she spent most of her hours in his father's study, passing the day away by looking out the window. Kyouya knew it was useless to disturb her that much so he just pestered her to cook food. He'd pack his own lunch himself, and walk to school on his own. He was becoming independent. Considering his father had liked discipline and the law, he took it upon himself to make sure it was implemented.
Despite his small frame, Hibari Kyouya was growing a reputation for being a delinquent at such a young age. He beat up those who broke the rules his father obeyed and often told him him to follow; kept loyal to the town his father loved. He just beat them up with his bare fists, refusing to back down until he gets knocked out. Often, he'd come home with cuts and bruises and other wounds. Suzuki would patch them up with teary eyes. This had eventually become routine, then habit, and finally, character.
Five months after their death, Kyouya had entered his father's study in the evening after washing the dishes. He would coax his mother to bed. He coaxed her gently, trying to take care of her fragile state before Suzuki took both of his hands into hers and for the first time in months, she had acknowledged that he had existed. That he, her son, was still alive.
"Be strong for me, Kyouya."
Ever since she said those words, Hibari Kyouya stopped being Kyouya to the world. He began to be Hibari.
